Semua Bab Fated In Darkness: Bab 81 - Bab 90

NatalieAs we passed the cracked wooden sign that read Welcome to Blackgate Village, a tight knot formed in my stomach.We were here.The drive had taken two hours—three if you counted the stop Adrian and I made. I wished we were still back in the cabin, tangled in blankets and blind to everything I’d learned since. But that world was gone. Torn open. And Lisa needed me.So here we were.We pulled up to a checkpoint manned by three large men who looked more like enforcers than guards. Broad shoulders. Cold eyes.The kind of muscle that didn’t flinch before breaking bones. I wasn’t sure if they were criminals or just wolves—but either way, they made my skin crawl.Adrian stayed calm. Completely unfazed.“State your purpose, Lord Balshov,” one of them said as we came to a stop.Adrian leaned slightly toward the window, voice measured. “We’re here to see a human hiding in this village. She called us.”The man shook his head, firm. “The access granted is for a Natalie Pierce. No one else.

Natalie“And you just took his word for it?” Lisa snapped, her voice climbing in panic. “Don’t you get it, Nat? He probably knewI’d talk to you. He told you his version before I could.”She was spiraling, and I had to grab her shoulders and shake her gently to bring her back.“Lisa. Look at me.”She blinked, startled by the firmness in my voice.“If what you’re saying is true—if Adrian really is the monster you think—then why didn’t he take me already? Why didn’t he turn me? He had the chance. He could’ve done anything he wanted back at the cabin. But he didn’t.”She opened her mouth, but I didn’t let her speak.“He didn’t have to drive me here. He didn’t have to let me see you. Just like you’re choosing to trust Carson and Grant, I’m choosing to trust Adrian. I don’t have anything left to lose, Lisa. My uncle—he’s made it very clear. He’s ready to hand me over to them like I’m nothing. There’s no safe road for me anymore. I’m choosing the one that doesn’t lead straight to a cage.”I s

AdrianBack at the cabin, I held Natalie in my arms as she drifted into sleep, her breath warm against my chest, her body finally at ease.She slept like she trusted me.That trust—after everything she’d seen—meant more than anything I’d ever known. She hadn’t just accepted the truth. She’d chosen me. Not out of ignorance or fear, but with full awareness of the monster I was.My heart swelled with something fierce and ancient. The need to protect her wasn’t just instinct. It was purpose.Carson had played his hand well. I had to give him credit.Luring Natalie to Blackgate through Lisa was a calculated move. There was no plan to let her walk out once she arrived. He’d expected fear to do the work for him—to drive her away from me and into his arms, where the danger looked more human.But Carson hadn’t accounted for who Natalie truly was. She wasn’t the kind to run. She didn’t flinch. She chose me—the unknown over the familiar. Chaos over comfort.She was my soulmate.And that meant

NatalieMy heart pounded like it was trying to break free from my chest.There was a dangerous edge to Adrian’s touch now—something primal beneath every kiss, every brush of his fingers. And knowing what he was didn’t kill the desire. It heightened it.Seeing the sunlight on his skin helped settle the last flickers of fear. It made him real. Tangible. Not some lurking monster of myth. Just a man. A man who wanted me.Was I living on the edge?Absolutely.And I liked it.More than liked it.As his mouth moved down my body, trailing heat in his wake, I gave myself over fully. No walls. No hesitation. Just a crashing wave of need that drowned out every rational thought I had left.When his teeth grazed the sensitive skin along my inner thigh, my breath caught like I’d been shocked.“Adrian…” I gasped, my voice barely mine.He didn’t speak. He just acted—his mouth igniting me in places I didn’t know could burn. His tongue, his fingers, the rhythm of his movements—it was overwhelming in th

NatalieLord Alexei vanished down the hall, and Adrian gave me an apologetic look before murmuring, “I’ll be right back.” Then he followed.Leaving me alone with his mother.It was strange—she looked barely older than I did. Smooth skin, ageless poise, the kind of beauty that defied time. If I hadn’t known what she was, I never would’ve guessed she was Adrian’s mother. But knowing the truth made it all make sense.She turned to me with a glint in her eye. “I hope he hasn’t been too possessive,” she said with a teasing smile.I shook my head, unable to hold back a small smile of my own. “No, he’s been... patient.”“Good. I always worried he’d lean toward territorial.” She laughed softly, then gestured for me to join her. “Come, sit. I imagine you could use something calming.”She poured tea into delicate porcelain cups as I eased into the chair across from her.Her English accent was crisp, elegant—too natural to be performative. This was her world, after all: old blood, old money, old